Klaas-Jan Huntelaar Quotes

The least strength suffices to break what is bruised.

He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.

I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.

Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.

...there are some children who aren't really children at all, they're just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are just pillars of ash, that fall apart when you touch them..." ~ Thomas Builds-the-Fire (played by Evan Adams) in Alexie's "Smoke Signals

I'm not accident prone, really, but I was cutting something and sort of lost control, and it went through my big toe. There was a lot of blood and I nearly fainted, but its totally fine now.

Everyone gets hurt, but I've probably had the most injuries.

When you're young, all the accidents, all the pain you take them, but at least you're very strong. In fact through time, it's just adding more and more pain, more and more loss and it makes you more fragile.

I bruise like a grape.

When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.

I broke my finger in a stunt in a very not-too-romantic way. I was just trying to tackle someone, and I just flicked his forearm and then screamed in pain.

I didn't get hurt in the contest. I hurt it the next day.

It's an unfortunate situation. After such a great play I felt like I got hit late, no flag, broke my hand. That's it. That's pretty much been the story for the past three weeks, and obviously at some point something catastrophic was going to happen, and I broke my hand.

I've got cut half in two, once, and blowed up a time or two, but nothing permanent.

But I'm the sort of person who, if certain structures topple, it could all go horribly wrong.

I screwed my knee up once because I fell off the stage.

If you fell down, you were dead.

I'm just a guy. If you hit me, I hurt, and if you cut me, I bleed.

Football, played at its highest level, is catastrophic. Even relatively minor afflictions are grotesque and bookworthy.

The knee was all deformed, bloodied up and leaking with puss. I just couldn't move it. Stiff. It was like I had a spare leg. All of my quad was skinny. It was like a pole with a pineapple in the middle of it.

When you are caught with a big shot, you don't really feel it. It's like being in a car crash, and maybe your arm has been ripped off... it is only when you look down at it that you realise it has happened.